Dita Parker

Monday, February 14, 2011


Temperature: -21/-5.8

Snow depth: ridiculous

Drinking: hot chocolate

Eating: see above; the one I'm having makes breakfast redundant, really

Watching: over my feverish baby's sleep

Listening: to my conscience calling

Reading: things that aren't probably there into the dream I had last night

Writing: as fast as I can, he'll wake up any second now

Feeling: like The Rubber Band Girl

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